Evening, all. I'm here to tell you the tale of my Dances Alongside the Nile. Oh alright, so maybe I was just in the audience - wise guys. (At my old colleague's students' performance, remember.) It was great. The students ranged from beginners to advanced, from fit to fat, from children to biddies. The youngest ones were only four years old and they didn't go the whole hog. Their instructor was with them on stage, dressed like a man in a kaftan and fez - and a false moustache which fell to the floor moments before they all swirled off into the wings! I almost imploded with suppressed laughter seeing that moustache lying there so forlorn in the limelight and seeing the instructor - now dressed in her invisible cloak - hasten back to pick it up again.
One of the students, a young woman, performed a Belly Metal Dance (cf. Heavy Metal), her own invention. The music she'd chosen was When Angels Deserve to Die, which was oddly appropriate (orientally dancable, that is.) One of the groups did a folk dance, a stick dance, and that was fabulous too.
I shall practise at home.
My friend is not among the advanced dancers, but I greatly admire her spirit - or should I say her guts, ha ha ha- ...oops, there goes my moustache, shouldn't laugh so hard at my own jokes.
Welcome home,
jno, I wrote you a song while you were gone. Go back for three posts on page 141-160: the introduction including a link to the original lyrics, the new lyrics by yours truly and lastly but not leastly a particularly euphonous version of the melody, posted by
Robinia.
Veggie-chat away
Vinny, I'll be here for quite a while. Is that your house??? Niiiice.